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Of all the tasks Rhode gave Chrysanthe, supervising the children at the market was her least favorite. Not because she didn’t like the children, as much as it could sometimes be overwhelming to deal with that many children at once, she actually enjoyed helping out with the children most of the time. But when it came to sending the children out on their own to sell the small items they had been making to raise a little money, she was always aware of just what a vulnerable position it put them in. She knew that people were more willing to buy the items or even donate money when it was children who looked like they badly needed it instead of trying to sell the inexpertly made items at a stall at the market. She had lost that argument with Rhode many times. Still it was important to her that the children were well cared for. Despite the fact that the children may not have had the best fitting clothing, Chrysanthe always tried to make sure it was clean and mended, even if that did mean that the places the fabric had been rubbed bare were often patched with whatever mismatching fabric they had to spare. Rhode had often argued that this was a waste of time, as the children would only outgrow or damage the clothing, but this argument Chrysanthe had one. Mostly by shouldering the burdens of the repairs herself. Her own chiton was similarly patched but clean, the rough weave of the fabric and her lack of sandals giving away her position in life.
As Chrysanthe set up the last little boy in a sheltered place near the entrance to the market, Chrysanthe scanned for a place to set up her own booth. She was tasked with selling the crafts that might fetch some money on their own merit. Those that might benefit from looking like they had the backing of a legitimate craftsman. Chrysanthe found a spot where she could set up her small table where she could see, or very nearly see a few of the children who she had brought with her. She wished she could keep a better eye on them, but hovering over them would not help bring in donations. Chrysanthe set out the table and covered it with a scrap of cloth to help protect the fabric items from any dirt that might be on the table. Chrysanthe smiled to see some of the crafts that she had been teaching to the older children on display. At the very least, market days meant that she got to show of the work that she was proud of, and it meant that she would get to meet new people.
Chrysanthe watched the people milling about in the market. Here, she finally had some time to herself for a change, at least until someone decided to come look at her wares. She wondered if there might be enough business today that she might be able to save a coin piece for herself. She would never want to take away from the children, but if one day she was going to leave this place, she was going to need her own money. When Chrysanthe had threatened to leave in the past, Rhode had insisted that everything she had given to Chrysanthe down to the clothes on her back belonged to her, and Chrysanthe would be stealing if she left. Chrysanthe thought of the three coin fragments tucked under her mattress back at the house. She made up her mind that she would take the time at the market today to see just how much fabric that would buy her. Maybe her escape was closer than she thought. The idea put a smile on her face.
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Of all the tasks Rhode gave Chrysanthe, supervising the children at the market was her least favorite. Not because she didn’t like the children, as much as it could sometimes be overwhelming to deal with that many children at once, she actually enjoyed helping out with the children most of the time. But when it came to sending the children out on their own to sell the small items they had been making to raise a little money, she was always aware of just what a vulnerable position it put them in. She knew that people were more willing to buy the items or even donate money when it was children who looked like they badly needed it instead of trying to sell the inexpertly made items at a stall at the market. She had lost that argument with Rhode many times. Still it was important to her that the children were well cared for. Despite the fact that the children may not have had the best fitting clothing, Chrysanthe always tried to make sure it was clean and mended, even if that did mean that the places the fabric had been rubbed bare were often patched with whatever mismatching fabric they had to spare. Rhode had often argued that this was a waste of time, as the children would only outgrow or damage the clothing, but this argument Chrysanthe had one. Mostly by shouldering the burdens of the repairs herself. Her own chiton was similarly patched but clean, the rough weave of the fabric and her lack of sandals giving away her position in life.
As Chrysanthe set up the last little boy in a sheltered place near the entrance to the market, Chrysanthe scanned for a place to set up her own booth. She was tasked with selling the crafts that might fetch some money on their own merit. Those that might benefit from looking like they had the backing of a legitimate craftsman. Chrysanthe found a spot where she could set up her small table where she could see, or very nearly see a few of the children who she had brought with her. She wished she could keep a better eye on them, but hovering over them would not help bring in donations. Chrysanthe set out the table and covered it with a scrap of cloth to help protect the fabric items from any dirt that might be on the table. Chrysanthe smiled to see some of the crafts that she had been teaching to the older children on display. At the very least, market days meant that she got to show of the work that she was proud of, and it meant that she would get to meet new people.
Chrysanthe watched the people milling about in the market. Here, she finally had some time to herself for a change, at least until someone decided to come look at her wares. She wondered if there might be enough business today that she might be able to save a coin piece for herself. She would never want to take away from the children, but if one day she was going to leave this place, she was going to need her own money. When Chrysanthe had threatened to leave in the past, Rhode had insisted that everything she had given to Chrysanthe down to the clothes on her back belonged to her, and Chrysanthe would be stealing if she left. Chrysanthe thought of the three coin fragments tucked under her mattress back at the house. She made up her mind that she would take the time at the market today to see just how much fabric that would buy her. Maybe her escape was closer than she thought. The idea put a smile on her face.
Of all the tasks Rhode gave Chrysanthe, supervising the children at the market was her least favorite. Not because she didn’t like the children, as much as it could sometimes be overwhelming to deal with that many children at once, she actually enjoyed helping out with the children most of the time. But when it came to sending the children out on their own to sell the small items they had been making to raise a little money, she was always aware of just what a vulnerable position it put them in. She knew that people were more willing to buy the items or even donate money when it was children who looked like they badly needed it instead of trying to sell the inexpertly made items at a stall at the market. She had lost that argument with Rhode many times. Still it was important to her that the children were well cared for. Despite the fact that the children may not have had the best fitting clothing, Chrysanthe always tried to make sure it was clean and mended, even if that did mean that the places the fabric had been rubbed bare were often patched with whatever mismatching fabric they had to spare. Rhode had often argued that this was a waste of time, as the children would only outgrow or damage the clothing, but this argument Chrysanthe had one. Mostly by shouldering the burdens of the repairs herself. Her own chiton was similarly patched but clean, the rough weave of the fabric and her lack of sandals giving away her position in life.
As Chrysanthe set up the last little boy in a sheltered place near the entrance to the market, Chrysanthe scanned for a place to set up her own booth. She was tasked with selling the crafts that might fetch some money on their own merit. Those that might benefit from looking like they had the backing of a legitimate craftsman. Chrysanthe found a spot where she could set up her small table where she could see, or very nearly see a few of the children who she had brought with her. She wished she could keep a better eye on them, but hovering over them would not help bring in donations. Chrysanthe set out the table and covered it with a scrap of cloth to help protect the fabric items from any dirt that might be on the table. Chrysanthe smiled to see some of the crafts that she had been teaching to the older children on display. At the very least, market days meant that she got to show of the work that she was proud of, and it meant that she would get to meet new people.
Chrysanthe watched the people milling about in the market. Here, she finally had some time to herself for a change, at least until someone decided to come look at her wares. She wondered if there might be enough business today that she might be able to save a coin piece for herself. She would never want to take away from the children, but if one day she was going to leave this place, she was going to need her own money. When Chrysanthe had threatened to leave in the past, Rhode had insisted that everything she had given to Chrysanthe down to the clothes on her back belonged to her, and Chrysanthe would be stealing if she left. Chrysanthe thought of the three coin fragments tucked under her mattress back at the house. She made up her mind that she would take the time at the market today to see just how much fabric that would buy her. Maybe her escape was closer than she thought. The idea put a smile on her face.
In the agora, Evie was wedged between Byrony and Calix… the first being her handmaiden and the second the guard her father had sent specifically for her while she was spending her time in the capital. Byrony walked next to the various merchants doing more window shopping than her lady. Calix walked to the right of Evangelina, one hand on his sword and the other staring out at the crowd rather bored. Evangelina didn’t know what Calix had done… maybe he’d gotten the short straw during the draw and pulled this particular duty… or maybe he’d irritated her father… or pleased him… Who was to know? While Byrony shopped, Evie watched the people around her… keeping a pleasant conversation with her handmaiden about whatever she was looking at even occasionally including Calix in on the conversation.
'Eh Miss, buy some of our wares,' A dark-haired boy several years younger then her own brother stepped in front of Evangelina’s path holding up some trinkets. For a moment, she thought she saw her brother in the boy’s face. A slight wave of her hand and Byrony and Calix didn’t interrupt.
Her mouth thinned, he was clean enough but there could be said plenty in regards to be said for improvement. She cleared her throat, her dark eyes narrowing intimidatingly.
“Why should I buy your things?” Her voice didn’t waver at the firmness she offered. The child’s gaze blinked and his brows furrowed and he shot back at her, ‘Cause they are as good a wares as you’ll find ‘er.’
Shifting her gaze to the wares she glanced over them and then sighed, “Well, then… show them to me.” He lifted his hands up offering up the trinkets he held for her to see. They were humbly well made. Inhaling deeply, she softened. It was a well-known trick to use children in the agora to play upon the sympathies of kind-hearted. She wasn’t willingly going to give the hard earned Leventi money away to someone like that.
“Which stall is yours?” Evie curtly asked. When the boy pointed, her dark eyes landed on the winsome young woman lost in thought with a small smile on her face. “Come along, I’d like to know more.”
With Byrony and Calix behind her, Evangelina approached the stall, her eyes on the trinkets… she’d noted the other children lingering about selling things as well. Finally, she looked to the young woman. “Hello miss. Could you tell me about the trinkets?”
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In the agora, Evie was wedged between Byrony and Calix… the first being her handmaiden and the second the guard her father had sent specifically for her while she was spending her time in the capital. Byrony walked next to the various merchants doing more window shopping than her lady. Calix walked to the right of Evangelina, one hand on his sword and the other staring out at the crowd rather bored. Evangelina didn’t know what Calix had done… maybe he’d gotten the short straw during the draw and pulled this particular duty… or maybe he’d irritated her father… or pleased him… Who was to know? While Byrony shopped, Evie watched the people around her… keeping a pleasant conversation with her handmaiden about whatever she was looking at even occasionally including Calix in on the conversation.
'Eh Miss, buy some of our wares,' A dark-haired boy several years younger then her own brother stepped in front of Evangelina’s path holding up some trinkets. For a moment, she thought she saw her brother in the boy’s face. A slight wave of her hand and Byrony and Calix didn’t interrupt.
Her mouth thinned, he was clean enough but there could be said plenty in regards to be said for improvement. She cleared her throat, her dark eyes narrowing intimidatingly.
“Why should I buy your things?” Her voice didn’t waver at the firmness she offered. The child’s gaze blinked and his brows furrowed and he shot back at her, ‘Cause they are as good a wares as you’ll find ‘er.’
Shifting her gaze to the wares she glanced over them and then sighed, “Well, then… show them to me.” He lifted his hands up offering up the trinkets he held for her to see. They were humbly well made. Inhaling deeply, she softened. It was a well-known trick to use children in the agora to play upon the sympathies of kind-hearted. She wasn’t willingly going to give the hard earned Leventi money away to someone like that.
“Which stall is yours?” Evie curtly asked. When the boy pointed, her dark eyes landed on the winsome young woman lost in thought with a small smile on her face. “Come along, I’d like to know more.”
With Byrony and Calix behind her, Evangelina approached the stall, her eyes on the trinkets… she’d noted the other children lingering about selling things as well. Finally, she looked to the young woman. “Hello miss. Could you tell me about the trinkets?”
In the agora, Evie was wedged between Byrony and Calix… the first being her handmaiden and the second the guard her father had sent specifically for her while she was spending her time in the capital. Byrony walked next to the various merchants doing more window shopping than her lady. Calix walked to the right of Evangelina, one hand on his sword and the other staring out at the crowd rather bored. Evangelina didn’t know what Calix had done… maybe he’d gotten the short straw during the draw and pulled this particular duty… or maybe he’d irritated her father… or pleased him… Who was to know? While Byrony shopped, Evie watched the people around her… keeping a pleasant conversation with her handmaiden about whatever she was looking at even occasionally including Calix in on the conversation.
'Eh Miss, buy some of our wares,' A dark-haired boy several years younger then her own brother stepped in front of Evangelina’s path holding up some trinkets. For a moment, she thought she saw her brother in the boy’s face. A slight wave of her hand and Byrony and Calix didn’t interrupt.
Her mouth thinned, he was clean enough but there could be said plenty in regards to be said for improvement. She cleared her throat, her dark eyes narrowing intimidatingly.
“Why should I buy your things?” Her voice didn’t waver at the firmness she offered. The child’s gaze blinked and his brows furrowed and he shot back at her, ‘Cause they are as good a wares as you’ll find ‘er.’
Shifting her gaze to the wares she glanced over them and then sighed, “Well, then… show them to me.” He lifted his hands up offering up the trinkets he held for her to see. They were humbly well made. Inhaling deeply, she softened. It was a well-known trick to use children in the agora to play upon the sympathies of kind-hearted. She wasn’t willingly going to give the hard earned Leventi money away to someone like that.
“Which stall is yours?” Evie curtly asked. When the boy pointed, her dark eyes landed on the winsome young woman lost in thought with a small smile on her face. “Come along, I’d like to know more.”
With Byrony and Calix behind her, Evangelina approached the stall, her eyes on the trinkets… she’d noted the other children lingering about selling things as well. Finally, she looked to the young woman. “Hello miss. Could you tell me about the trinkets?”
Chrysanthe couldn’t help but notice when a well dressed woman flanked by two men started talking to Bion, a one of the boys who was a very good seller, but could often get himself in trouble for pushing a little too hard with the wrong people. She watched on, in case something might happen that would require her intervention, not that there would be much she could do against a much higher ranked woman and two men. When Bion pointed the woman on towards her, Chrysanthe breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t managed to get himself into trouble. Chrysanthe hastily tidied up her wares on the table. She almost never got a customer of this woman’s status, and she wanted to make sure that she made a good impression. Rhode would be upset with her if Chrysanthe missed out on this kind of opportunity to bring in some much needed money.
Chrysanthe waited quietly as the woman browsed her wares, not wanting to bother the woman by intruding on her shopping and scaring her away. While the woman was still browsing was not the time to speak if she wanted to make a sale. Chrysanthe’s patience was rewarded when the woman spoke up, asking about what she had to offer. She smiled at the noble woman, always happy to explain what she had to offer.
“Over here,” Chrysanthe gestured to the right side of the table. ”We have some hand-woven bracelets” The bracelets were made in several colors, though none very bright. The quality of the weaving and consistency of pattern varied from bracelet to bracelet. ”Here we have some hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.” Chrysanthe gestured to a pile of small cloths, folded to display the embellished corners. The fabric was on the rough side for what one would expect for a handkerchief, but the embroidered corners showed a variety of simple patterns, mostly different types of flowers. ”We also have some hand-woven decorative cloths.” Chrysanthe added feeling a bit uneasy. She had only been able to teach some basic weaving to a few of the children, and neither she, nor the children were particularly skilled. This pile of small pieces of fabric showed uneven weaving and a few attempts to weave some patterns into the cloth to varying degrees of success. “I hope you find something to your taste here, my lady.” Chrysanthe looked up at the woman with a smile.
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Chrysanthe couldn’t help but notice when a well dressed woman flanked by two men started talking to Bion, a one of the boys who was a very good seller, but could often get himself in trouble for pushing a little too hard with the wrong people. She watched on, in case something might happen that would require her intervention, not that there would be much she could do against a much higher ranked woman and two men. When Bion pointed the woman on towards her, Chrysanthe breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t managed to get himself into trouble. Chrysanthe hastily tidied up her wares on the table. She almost never got a customer of this woman’s status, and she wanted to make sure that she made a good impression. Rhode would be upset with her if Chrysanthe missed out on this kind of opportunity to bring in some much needed money.
Chrysanthe waited quietly as the woman browsed her wares, not wanting to bother the woman by intruding on her shopping and scaring her away. While the woman was still browsing was not the time to speak if she wanted to make a sale. Chrysanthe’s patience was rewarded when the woman spoke up, asking about what she had to offer. She smiled at the noble woman, always happy to explain what she had to offer.
“Over here,” Chrysanthe gestured to the right side of the table. ”We have some hand-woven bracelets” The bracelets were made in several colors, though none very bright. The quality of the weaving and consistency of pattern varied from bracelet to bracelet. ”Here we have some hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.” Chrysanthe gestured to a pile of small cloths, folded to display the embellished corners. The fabric was on the rough side for what one would expect for a handkerchief, but the embroidered corners showed a variety of simple patterns, mostly different types of flowers. ”We also have some hand-woven decorative cloths.” Chrysanthe added feeling a bit uneasy. She had only been able to teach some basic weaving to a few of the children, and neither she, nor the children were particularly skilled. This pile of small pieces of fabric showed uneven weaving and a few attempts to weave some patterns into the cloth to varying degrees of success. “I hope you find something to your taste here, my lady.” Chrysanthe looked up at the woman with a smile.
Chrysanthe couldn’t help but notice when a well dressed woman flanked by two men started talking to Bion, a one of the boys who was a very good seller, but could often get himself in trouble for pushing a little too hard with the wrong people. She watched on, in case something might happen that would require her intervention, not that there would be much she could do against a much higher ranked woman and two men. When Bion pointed the woman on towards her, Chrysanthe breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn’t managed to get himself into trouble. Chrysanthe hastily tidied up her wares on the table. She almost never got a customer of this woman’s status, and she wanted to make sure that she made a good impression. Rhode would be upset with her if Chrysanthe missed out on this kind of opportunity to bring in some much needed money.
Chrysanthe waited quietly as the woman browsed her wares, not wanting to bother the woman by intruding on her shopping and scaring her away. While the woman was still browsing was not the time to speak if she wanted to make a sale. Chrysanthe’s patience was rewarded when the woman spoke up, asking about what she had to offer. She smiled at the noble woman, always happy to explain what she had to offer.
“Over here,” Chrysanthe gestured to the right side of the table. ”We have some hand-woven bracelets” The bracelets were made in several colors, though none very bright. The quality of the weaving and consistency of pattern varied from bracelet to bracelet. ”Here we have some hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.” Chrysanthe gestured to a pile of small cloths, folded to display the embellished corners. The fabric was on the rough side for what one would expect for a handkerchief, but the embroidered corners showed a variety of simple patterns, mostly different types of flowers. ”We also have some hand-woven decorative cloths.” Chrysanthe added feeling a bit uneasy. She had only been able to teach some basic weaving to a few of the children, and neither she, nor the children were particularly skilled. This pile of small pieces of fabric showed uneven weaving and a few attempts to weave some patterns into the cloth to varying degrees of success. “I hope you find something to your taste here, my lady.” Chrysanthe looked up at the woman with a smile.
Evangelina’s hands softly moved across the ware, slowly examining them as the young woman spoke of them. Her dark eyes drifted from the wares to the woman curiously, before pausing and glancing at the children again. There were too many of them to have been the woman’s. Withdrawing her hand, she met the girl’s gaze full on.
“How many children are there?” Evie’s voice didn’t waver at the rather blunt question. Looking down at the wares again, she paused and added, “Two of the bracelets….” She looked at the little boy child and arched an eyebrow at him. “I’d like one for myself and my brother, why don’t you pick them out.”
As the boy, looked over the bracelets with a seriousness associated with such a task as to pick out the bracelets for such an important customer. Evangelina looked back at the young woman, her dark eyes scanning the woman’s appearance herself. Was that all she was going to buy? Turning, she looked at the other children and sighed, “And nine of the embroidered handkerchieves.”
“Do you do the embroidery work?” Her fingers graced over one of the handkerchieves’ embroidery, “And one of the cloths, I think.”
Glancing to Calix, she waved him forward. He stepped forward and pulled a deerskin pouch out and pulled a sufficient amount of coin out to offer to the young woman.
As the boy, moved back over to hold up his choices of the bracelets, Evangelina gently took them and examined them before smiling at the boy. “These are fine choices. You have done well… “ Glancing over her shoulder at Calix, “Calix.” She called softly. And on command Calix produced the purse again pulling a single coin out for the child handing it to the boy.
Looking back at the woman again. “Do you take care of the children?”
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Evangelina’s hands softly moved across the ware, slowly examining them as the young woman spoke of them. Her dark eyes drifted from the wares to the woman curiously, before pausing and glancing at the children again. There were too many of them to have been the woman’s. Withdrawing her hand, she met the girl’s gaze full on.
“How many children are there?” Evie’s voice didn’t waver at the rather blunt question. Looking down at the wares again, she paused and added, “Two of the bracelets….” She looked at the little boy child and arched an eyebrow at him. “I’d like one for myself and my brother, why don’t you pick them out.”
As the boy, looked over the bracelets with a seriousness associated with such a task as to pick out the bracelets for such an important customer. Evangelina looked back at the young woman, her dark eyes scanning the woman’s appearance herself. Was that all she was going to buy? Turning, she looked at the other children and sighed, “And nine of the embroidered handkerchieves.”
“Do you do the embroidery work?” Her fingers graced over one of the handkerchieves’ embroidery, “And one of the cloths, I think.”
Glancing to Calix, she waved him forward. He stepped forward and pulled a deerskin pouch out and pulled a sufficient amount of coin out to offer to the young woman.
As the boy, moved back over to hold up his choices of the bracelets, Evangelina gently took them and examined them before smiling at the boy. “These are fine choices. You have done well… “ Glancing over her shoulder at Calix, “Calix.” She called softly. And on command Calix produced the purse again pulling a single coin out for the child handing it to the boy.
Looking back at the woman again. “Do you take care of the children?”
Evangelina’s hands softly moved across the ware, slowly examining them as the young woman spoke of them. Her dark eyes drifted from the wares to the woman curiously, before pausing and glancing at the children again. There were too many of them to have been the woman’s. Withdrawing her hand, she met the girl’s gaze full on.
“How many children are there?” Evie’s voice didn’t waver at the rather blunt question. Looking down at the wares again, she paused and added, “Two of the bracelets….” She looked at the little boy child and arched an eyebrow at him. “I’d like one for myself and my brother, why don’t you pick them out.”
As the boy, looked over the bracelets with a seriousness associated with such a task as to pick out the bracelets for such an important customer. Evangelina looked back at the young woman, her dark eyes scanning the woman’s appearance herself. Was that all she was going to buy? Turning, she looked at the other children and sighed, “And nine of the embroidered handkerchieves.”
“Do you do the embroidery work?” Her fingers graced over one of the handkerchieves’ embroidery, “And one of the cloths, I think.”
Glancing to Calix, she waved him forward. He stepped forward and pulled a deerskin pouch out and pulled a sufficient amount of coin out to offer to the young woman.
As the boy, moved back over to hold up his choices of the bracelets, Evangelina gently took them and examined them before smiling at the boy. “These are fine choices. You have done well… “ Glancing over her shoulder at Calix, “Calix.” She called softly. And on command Calix produced the purse again pulling a single coin out for the child handing it to the boy.
Looking back at the woman again. “Do you take care of the children?”
Chrysanthe looked on as the noblewoman examined the wares. She hoped that this woman, who would be used to much more well made items than these, might find something that she would like enough to buy. Chrysanthe was taken aback by how blunt this woman was about asking about the children. Normally, at the stall, Chrysanthe did not try to draw attention to the fact that these trinkets helped to fund the care of the children. “We have about…” Chrysanthe thought back, trying to count the children in her head. “About twenty, I think.” Chrysanthe went through the children again, counting on her fingers as she went. “Twenty-three,” Chrysanthe nodded confirming the count.
Chrysanthe’s face widened into a smile as the woman began to pick out items. She hadn’t expected to make a sale to this woman, much less multiple items. Bion looked up at Chrysanthe as the noblewoman asked him to pick out bracelets for her. Chrysanthe smiled back reassuringly, and the boy went to his task. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her luck as the noble woman decided that she wanted nine handkerchiefs. That was almost half of the number that she had brought with her. “I do some of the embroidery, but much of it’s done by the older girls.” Chrysanthe’s eyes shone merrily as she watch the woman perusing through the handkerchiefs. It was nice to have their handiwork appreciated. As the woman decided on her final piece, Chrysanthe took the cloth and laid it down on the table. She started folding the handkerchiefs and laying them on the cloth, finally folding the cloth around the package of handkerchiefs and laying it on the edge of the table near the woman. She accepted the coin from the lady’s servant. Chrysanthe’s eyes widened as she noticed the amount. It was more than she would have normally received for such items, but she wasn’t going to tell the lady that. Even telling Rhode that they got more than the normal amount, Chrysanthe might be able to squirrel away a tiny bit of the money to add to her escape fund.
Once Bion had finished picking out the bracelets, he accepted the coin with a small smile, looking very pleased with himself. “Thank you, my lady.” He added hastily, and Chrysanthe had to stop herself from laughing at his sudden remembrance of his manners, but at that point the woman had begun talking again. Chrysanthe nodded in answer to whether she took care of the children. “Yep, though it’s not just me. Rhode is the one who takes in all the kids. Including me, once.” Chrysanthe didn’t add that she was now trying to get away from working there. The tension between her and Rhode was none of the lady’s business. She especially didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the custom of such a well-to-do benefactor.
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Chrysanthe looked on as the noblewoman examined the wares. She hoped that this woman, who would be used to much more well made items than these, might find something that she would like enough to buy. Chrysanthe was taken aback by how blunt this woman was about asking about the children. Normally, at the stall, Chrysanthe did not try to draw attention to the fact that these trinkets helped to fund the care of the children. “We have about…” Chrysanthe thought back, trying to count the children in her head. “About twenty, I think.” Chrysanthe went through the children again, counting on her fingers as she went. “Twenty-three,” Chrysanthe nodded confirming the count.
Chrysanthe’s face widened into a smile as the woman began to pick out items. She hadn’t expected to make a sale to this woman, much less multiple items. Bion looked up at Chrysanthe as the noblewoman asked him to pick out bracelets for her. Chrysanthe smiled back reassuringly, and the boy went to his task. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her luck as the noble woman decided that she wanted nine handkerchiefs. That was almost half of the number that she had brought with her. “I do some of the embroidery, but much of it’s done by the older girls.” Chrysanthe’s eyes shone merrily as she watch the woman perusing through the handkerchiefs. It was nice to have their handiwork appreciated. As the woman decided on her final piece, Chrysanthe took the cloth and laid it down on the table. She started folding the handkerchiefs and laying them on the cloth, finally folding the cloth around the package of handkerchiefs and laying it on the edge of the table near the woman. She accepted the coin from the lady’s servant. Chrysanthe’s eyes widened as she noticed the amount. It was more than she would have normally received for such items, but she wasn’t going to tell the lady that. Even telling Rhode that they got more than the normal amount, Chrysanthe might be able to squirrel away a tiny bit of the money to add to her escape fund.
Once Bion had finished picking out the bracelets, he accepted the coin with a small smile, looking very pleased with himself. “Thank you, my lady.” He added hastily, and Chrysanthe had to stop herself from laughing at his sudden remembrance of his manners, but at that point the woman had begun talking again. Chrysanthe nodded in answer to whether she took care of the children. “Yep, though it’s not just me. Rhode is the one who takes in all the kids. Including me, once.” Chrysanthe didn’t add that she was now trying to get away from working there. The tension between her and Rhode was none of the lady’s business. She especially didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the custom of such a well-to-do benefactor.
Chrysanthe looked on as the noblewoman examined the wares. She hoped that this woman, who would be used to much more well made items than these, might find something that she would like enough to buy. Chrysanthe was taken aback by how blunt this woman was about asking about the children. Normally, at the stall, Chrysanthe did not try to draw attention to the fact that these trinkets helped to fund the care of the children. “We have about…” Chrysanthe thought back, trying to count the children in her head. “About twenty, I think.” Chrysanthe went through the children again, counting on her fingers as she went. “Twenty-three,” Chrysanthe nodded confirming the count.
Chrysanthe’s face widened into a smile as the woman began to pick out items. She hadn’t expected to make a sale to this woman, much less multiple items. Bion looked up at Chrysanthe as the noblewoman asked him to pick out bracelets for her. Chrysanthe smiled back reassuringly, and the boy went to his task. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her luck as the noble woman decided that she wanted nine handkerchiefs. That was almost half of the number that she had brought with her. “I do some of the embroidery, but much of it’s done by the older girls.” Chrysanthe’s eyes shone merrily as she watch the woman perusing through the handkerchiefs. It was nice to have their handiwork appreciated. As the woman decided on her final piece, Chrysanthe took the cloth and laid it down on the table. She started folding the handkerchiefs and laying them on the cloth, finally folding the cloth around the package of handkerchiefs and laying it on the edge of the table near the woman. She accepted the coin from the lady’s servant. Chrysanthe’s eyes widened as she noticed the amount. It was more than she would have normally received for such items, but she wasn’t going to tell the lady that. Even telling Rhode that they got more than the normal amount, Chrysanthe might be able to squirrel away a tiny bit of the money to add to her escape fund.
Once Bion had finished picking out the bracelets, he accepted the coin with a small smile, looking very pleased with himself. “Thank you, my lady.” He added hastily, and Chrysanthe had to stop herself from laughing at his sudden remembrance of his manners, but at that point the woman had begun talking again. Chrysanthe nodded in answer to whether she took care of the children. “Yep, though it’s not just me. Rhode is the one who takes in all the kids. Including me, once.” Chrysanthe didn’t add that she was now trying to get away from working there. The tension between her and Rhode was none of the lady’s business. She especially didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize the custom of such a well-to-do benefactor.
It would have been entirely guileless of Evangelina to have believed that her actions could impact every life she set out to help, but she could impact some of them and there standing at this stall for some reason she felt she could make an impact. Wanted to make an impact. Processing the information on how many children, she swept her gaze around loosely before falling back on the woman she was talking too.
Twenty-three children. That had been more than she’d figured. Orphans or street children. They had to be.
“They are beautifully embroidered, please pass on my compliments to the girls.” The pint-sized Leventi settled upon her purchases and paid for them. As her purchases were wrapped up for her she continued to look, breaking away enough to speak to the little boy and as the coin seemed to excite him into momentarily forgetting his manners. She smiled an shook her head, “You are quite welcome.”
Turning back, she raised an eyebrow at the young woman admitted it was her and another that took care of all twenty-three of the children. And more surprisingly, that she herself had once been one of them.
“Just the two of you taking care of all twenty-three of them?” Evangelina tilted her head as she thought about that. Her dark eyes meeting the young woman’s. “I shall tell you what… I’ve been considering furthering aid to those in need in the name of my family. I support this… the girls are doing lovely work with these stitches and it gives them a trade to use in the future. And if that young man there is anything to go by on the salesmanship of the younger boys I am impressed.” Glancing down at the wares again, she inhaled and then offered the other woman a shaky smile.
“Should aid be needed, the Leventi family should be glad to offer their support. I’m Evangelina by the way.” Evangelina glanced at the boy again and smiled before looking back to the young woman. “He reminds me of my brother.” She offered to the other woman then continued, “What happens to the children as they get older?”
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It would have been entirely guileless of Evangelina to have believed that her actions could impact every life she set out to help, but she could impact some of them and there standing at this stall for some reason she felt she could make an impact. Wanted to make an impact. Processing the information on how many children, she swept her gaze around loosely before falling back on the woman she was talking too.
Twenty-three children. That had been more than she’d figured. Orphans or street children. They had to be.
“They are beautifully embroidered, please pass on my compliments to the girls.” The pint-sized Leventi settled upon her purchases and paid for them. As her purchases were wrapped up for her she continued to look, breaking away enough to speak to the little boy and as the coin seemed to excite him into momentarily forgetting his manners. She smiled an shook her head, “You are quite welcome.”
Turning back, she raised an eyebrow at the young woman admitted it was her and another that took care of all twenty-three of the children. And more surprisingly, that she herself had once been one of them.
“Just the two of you taking care of all twenty-three of them?” Evangelina tilted her head as she thought about that. Her dark eyes meeting the young woman’s. “I shall tell you what… I’ve been considering furthering aid to those in need in the name of my family. I support this… the girls are doing lovely work with these stitches and it gives them a trade to use in the future. And if that young man there is anything to go by on the salesmanship of the younger boys I am impressed.” Glancing down at the wares again, she inhaled and then offered the other woman a shaky smile.
“Should aid be needed, the Leventi family should be glad to offer their support. I’m Evangelina by the way.” Evangelina glanced at the boy again and smiled before looking back to the young woman. “He reminds me of my brother.” She offered to the other woman then continued, “What happens to the children as they get older?”
It would have been entirely guileless of Evangelina to have believed that her actions could impact every life she set out to help, but she could impact some of them and there standing at this stall for some reason she felt she could make an impact. Wanted to make an impact. Processing the information on how many children, she swept her gaze around loosely before falling back on the woman she was talking too.
Twenty-three children. That had been more than she’d figured. Orphans or street children. They had to be.
“They are beautifully embroidered, please pass on my compliments to the girls.” The pint-sized Leventi settled upon her purchases and paid for them. As her purchases were wrapped up for her she continued to look, breaking away enough to speak to the little boy and as the coin seemed to excite him into momentarily forgetting his manners. She smiled an shook her head, “You are quite welcome.”
Turning back, she raised an eyebrow at the young woman admitted it was her and another that took care of all twenty-three of the children. And more surprisingly, that she herself had once been one of them.
“Just the two of you taking care of all twenty-three of them?” Evangelina tilted her head as she thought about that. Her dark eyes meeting the young woman’s. “I shall tell you what… I’ve been considering furthering aid to those in need in the name of my family. I support this… the girls are doing lovely work with these stitches and it gives them a trade to use in the future. And if that young man there is anything to go by on the salesmanship of the younger boys I am impressed.” Glancing down at the wares again, she inhaled and then offered the other woman a shaky smile.
“Should aid be needed, the Leventi family should be glad to offer their support. I’m Evangelina by the way.” Evangelina glanced at the boy again and smiled before looking back to the young woman. “He reminds me of my brother.” She offered to the other woman then continued, “What happens to the children as they get older?”
Chrysanthe couldn’t believe that she was having so much luck from this one visitor, even as noble as she was, that was usually no guarantee that there would be a positive interaction. Surely the gods must have been watching over her this day. “I’ll be sure to let them know.” Chrysanthe responded politely to the lady’s compliments to the girls who did the embroidery, and she meant it. Chrysanthe knew just how much it could mean to have someone compliment the work that they had done, and she always loved bringing a smile to their faces.
Chrysanthe started to worry that the conversation was heading towards criticism of what she and Rhode were doing as the lady started to ask more and more pointed questions about their operation. Then suddenly, the woman was offering the support of her family, the Leventi family. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her ears. Her eyes widened in amazement at the suggestion that what they were doing was something that she and her family would be willing to support. This was beyond her wildest dreams. If Rhode actually had the money to hire some help, maybe she’d be willing to give her more time away from the home, more of her own freedom, and more of her own money. Then she’d be able to finally be free of her past and able to finally get out on her own.
When the woman introduced herself, Chrysanthe snapped back into the reality of the situation, closing her mouth that had come slightly agape. Mentally she scolded herself, first, she had to close the deal, then she could dream about what it would mean for her. Chrysanthe smiled back, as the woman introduced herself. “My name is Chrysanthe, my lady.” Chrysanthe replied. Despite the fact that the woman had given her her name, Chrysanthe didn’t feel comfortable addressing someone of such a high station by name.
Bion had spent the last few moments, standing restlessly as he had not yet been dismissed, yet he kept glancing over at where his previous spot for selling things had been. When he was mentioned again, he glanced back up at Evangelina. ”Really?” He asked eagerly, smile wide on his face.
Chrysanthe wasn’t quite prepared for the question on what happened after the children grew older. The honest truth was that often the children just aged out of being young enough to be useful, and they were expected to go find a way to take care of themselves. Sometimes Chrysanthe almost felt envious of those children who were allowed to go out into the world, even if they were unprepared. Chrysanthe settled on the best possible version of the truth to tell Lady Evangelina, after all, she wanted her to believe that their home for children was worth investing money in. ”When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.” Hopefully this answer would be sufficient without the lady asking too many more questions.
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Chrysanthe couldn’t believe that she was having so much luck from this one visitor, even as noble as she was, that was usually no guarantee that there would be a positive interaction. Surely the gods must have been watching over her this day. “I’ll be sure to let them know.” Chrysanthe responded politely to the lady’s compliments to the girls who did the embroidery, and she meant it. Chrysanthe knew just how much it could mean to have someone compliment the work that they had done, and she always loved bringing a smile to their faces.
Chrysanthe started to worry that the conversation was heading towards criticism of what she and Rhode were doing as the lady started to ask more and more pointed questions about their operation. Then suddenly, the woman was offering the support of her family, the Leventi family. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her ears. Her eyes widened in amazement at the suggestion that what they were doing was something that she and her family would be willing to support. This was beyond her wildest dreams. If Rhode actually had the money to hire some help, maybe she’d be willing to give her more time away from the home, more of her own freedom, and more of her own money. Then she’d be able to finally be free of her past and able to finally get out on her own.
When the woman introduced herself, Chrysanthe snapped back into the reality of the situation, closing her mouth that had come slightly agape. Mentally she scolded herself, first, she had to close the deal, then she could dream about what it would mean for her. Chrysanthe smiled back, as the woman introduced herself. “My name is Chrysanthe, my lady.” Chrysanthe replied. Despite the fact that the woman had given her her name, Chrysanthe didn’t feel comfortable addressing someone of such a high station by name.
Bion had spent the last few moments, standing restlessly as he had not yet been dismissed, yet he kept glancing over at where his previous spot for selling things had been. When he was mentioned again, he glanced back up at Evangelina. ”Really?” He asked eagerly, smile wide on his face.
Chrysanthe wasn’t quite prepared for the question on what happened after the children grew older. The honest truth was that often the children just aged out of being young enough to be useful, and they were expected to go find a way to take care of themselves. Sometimes Chrysanthe almost felt envious of those children who were allowed to go out into the world, even if they were unprepared. Chrysanthe settled on the best possible version of the truth to tell Lady Evangelina, after all, she wanted her to believe that their home for children was worth investing money in. ”When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.” Hopefully this answer would be sufficient without the lady asking too many more questions.
Chrysanthe couldn’t believe that she was having so much luck from this one visitor, even as noble as she was, that was usually no guarantee that there would be a positive interaction. Surely the gods must have been watching over her this day. “I’ll be sure to let them know.” Chrysanthe responded politely to the lady’s compliments to the girls who did the embroidery, and she meant it. Chrysanthe knew just how much it could mean to have someone compliment the work that they had done, and she always loved bringing a smile to their faces.
Chrysanthe started to worry that the conversation was heading towards criticism of what she and Rhode were doing as the lady started to ask more and more pointed questions about their operation. Then suddenly, the woman was offering the support of her family, the Leventi family. Chrysanthe could hardly believe her ears. Her eyes widened in amazement at the suggestion that what they were doing was something that she and her family would be willing to support. This was beyond her wildest dreams. If Rhode actually had the money to hire some help, maybe she’d be willing to give her more time away from the home, more of her own freedom, and more of her own money. Then she’d be able to finally be free of her past and able to finally get out on her own.
When the woman introduced herself, Chrysanthe snapped back into the reality of the situation, closing her mouth that had come slightly agape. Mentally she scolded herself, first, she had to close the deal, then she could dream about what it would mean for her. Chrysanthe smiled back, as the woman introduced herself. “My name is Chrysanthe, my lady.” Chrysanthe replied. Despite the fact that the woman had given her her name, Chrysanthe didn’t feel comfortable addressing someone of such a high station by name.
Bion had spent the last few moments, standing restlessly as he had not yet been dismissed, yet he kept glancing over at where his previous spot for selling things had been. When he was mentioned again, he glanced back up at Evangelina. ”Really?” He asked eagerly, smile wide on his face.
Chrysanthe wasn’t quite prepared for the question on what happened after the children grew older. The honest truth was that often the children just aged out of being young enough to be useful, and they were expected to go find a way to take care of themselves. Sometimes Chrysanthe almost felt envious of those children who were allowed to go out into the world, even if they were unprepared. Chrysanthe settled on the best possible version of the truth to tell Lady Evangelina, after all, she wanted her to believe that their home for children was worth investing money in. ”When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.” Hopefully this answer would be sufficient without the lady asking too many more questions.
Evangelina was not good or noble and to think or believe anything different was foolish. She was a Leventi. While she might have been open-minded and opposed to stepping on people just for the fun of it smashing someone’s hopes and dreams. She was unapologetic in the respect that every opportunity she took, she took with full knowledge to make something better. A hundred people could read the same tomb and take away at least a hundred and one different meanings from the words wrote there. There were as many tactics in spreading the power of one’s name as there were people to spread that power, it just so happened that Evangelina and her mother had been discussing something along these lines recently.
To rise by lifting others.
That did not mean to falsely lift them. You were as strong as your weakest link and to falsely lift someone further than they were capable of going created a weakness. Compliments were a form of currency in this world and if given too freely then their value too became worthless. Kind words became expected rather than earned. It was a balancing act. Giving enough to be regarded as generous but few enough that the value of the words were still meaningful.
‘I’ll be sure to let them know.’
The polite composure of the woman in front of her bespoke quite a bit to Evangelina about her. Evangelina wasn’t always the most composed of ladies. She buzzed around often with almost an electric energy of organized chaos. And it was always the things we weren’t that we often admired the most. For Evangelina, it was the calm, polite, earnestness of the young woman that she admired.
“Chrysanthe.” Evangelina bestowed a benevolent smile on her. Dropping her dark eyes, she filed the name away to do her own questioning of Chrysanthe’s reputation with her own sources.
Throwing another smile at the boy as he spoke to her. The corners of her eyes wrinkled and a bubbly laugh escaped her, she bobbed her head glad for the moment of being able to laugh.
“Yes, really. Although, I must say he’s almost taller than I am now… so while he may be a bit younger I don’t know if I can claim that he’s little any longer.” Evie slid the boy a small conspiratorial wink, “But he’ll always be my little brother even if he continues to grow taller then I am.” Her gaze darted to Chrysanthe, with another small smile for just the two of them as Chrysanthe finished wrapping her purchases for Evangelina.
When she asked the question about what happened to the children after they left, her dark eyes were pointed on the other woman looking for any sign of a pause or any hint of a waver in her speech.
‘When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.’
Evangelina raised an eyebrow at the reply but didn’t say anything more. It sounded like a rehearsed answer and hardly gave her much to go on. And while she might not continue questioning Chrysanthe, Evangelina would have the answers all of them if she wanted them. Her gaze drifted back to Bion and for a moment her heart broke a little… How long until he was to be out on his own using his skills to support himself?
Reaching out to take her purchases, the pint-sized Leventi met Chrysanthe’s gaze once more, and more firmly said, “I do mean it when I say I want to help how I can and I do hope you send me word should assistance be needed..” It was blunt and to the point, but sometimes that was what was called for.
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Evangelina was not good or noble and to think or believe anything different was foolish. She was a Leventi. While she might have been open-minded and opposed to stepping on people just for the fun of it smashing someone’s hopes and dreams. She was unapologetic in the respect that every opportunity she took, she took with full knowledge to make something better. A hundred people could read the same tomb and take away at least a hundred and one different meanings from the words wrote there. There were as many tactics in spreading the power of one’s name as there were people to spread that power, it just so happened that Evangelina and her mother had been discussing something along these lines recently.
To rise by lifting others.
That did not mean to falsely lift them. You were as strong as your weakest link and to falsely lift someone further than they were capable of going created a weakness. Compliments were a form of currency in this world and if given too freely then their value too became worthless. Kind words became expected rather than earned. It was a balancing act. Giving enough to be regarded as generous but few enough that the value of the words were still meaningful.
‘I’ll be sure to let them know.’
The polite composure of the woman in front of her bespoke quite a bit to Evangelina about her. Evangelina wasn’t always the most composed of ladies. She buzzed around often with almost an electric energy of organized chaos. And it was always the things we weren’t that we often admired the most. For Evangelina, it was the calm, polite, earnestness of the young woman that she admired.
“Chrysanthe.” Evangelina bestowed a benevolent smile on her. Dropping her dark eyes, she filed the name away to do her own questioning of Chrysanthe’s reputation with her own sources.
Throwing another smile at the boy as he spoke to her. The corners of her eyes wrinkled and a bubbly laugh escaped her, she bobbed her head glad for the moment of being able to laugh.
“Yes, really. Although, I must say he’s almost taller than I am now… so while he may be a bit younger I don’t know if I can claim that he’s little any longer.” Evie slid the boy a small conspiratorial wink, “But he’ll always be my little brother even if he continues to grow taller then I am.” Her gaze darted to Chrysanthe, with another small smile for just the two of them as Chrysanthe finished wrapping her purchases for Evangelina.
When she asked the question about what happened to the children after they left, her dark eyes were pointed on the other woman looking for any sign of a pause or any hint of a waver in her speech.
‘When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.’
Evangelina raised an eyebrow at the reply but didn’t say anything more. It sounded like a rehearsed answer and hardly gave her much to go on. And while she might not continue questioning Chrysanthe, Evangelina would have the answers all of them if she wanted them. Her gaze drifted back to Bion and for a moment her heart broke a little… How long until he was to be out on his own using his skills to support himself?
Reaching out to take her purchases, the pint-sized Leventi met Chrysanthe’s gaze once more, and more firmly said, “I do mean it when I say I want to help how I can and I do hope you send me word should assistance be needed..” It was blunt and to the point, but sometimes that was what was called for.
Evangelina was not good or noble and to think or believe anything different was foolish. She was a Leventi. While she might have been open-minded and opposed to stepping on people just for the fun of it smashing someone’s hopes and dreams. She was unapologetic in the respect that every opportunity she took, she took with full knowledge to make something better. A hundred people could read the same tomb and take away at least a hundred and one different meanings from the words wrote there. There were as many tactics in spreading the power of one’s name as there were people to spread that power, it just so happened that Evangelina and her mother had been discussing something along these lines recently.
To rise by lifting others.
That did not mean to falsely lift them. You were as strong as your weakest link and to falsely lift someone further than they were capable of going created a weakness. Compliments were a form of currency in this world and if given too freely then their value too became worthless. Kind words became expected rather than earned. It was a balancing act. Giving enough to be regarded as generous but few enough that the value of the words were still meaningful.
‘I’ll be sure to let them know.’
The polite composure of the woman in front of her bespoke quite a bit to Evangelina about her. Evangelina wasn’t always the most composed of ladies. She buzzed around often with almost an electric energy of organized chaos. And it was always the things we weren’t that we often admired the most. For Evangelina, it was the calm, polite, earnestness of the young woman that she admired.
“Chrysanthe.” Evangelina bestowed a benevolent smile on her. Dropping her dark eyes, she filed the name away to do her own questioning of Chrysanthe’s reputation with her own sources.
Throwing another smile at the boy as he spoke to her. The corners of her eyes wrinkled and a bubbly laugh escaped her, she bobbed her head glad for the moment of being able to laugh.
“Yes, really. Although, I must say he’s almost taller than I am now… so while he may be a bit younger I don’t know if I can claim that he’s little any longer.” Evie slid the boy a small conspiratorial wink, “But he’ll always be my little brother even if he continues to grow taller then I am.” Her gaze darted to Chrysanthe, with another small smile for just the two of them as Chrysanthe finished wrapping her purchases for Evangelina.
When she asked the question about what happened to the children after they left, her dark eyes were pointed on the other woman looking for any sign of a pause or any hint of a waver in her speech.
‘When they get old enough, the children use the skills that we have taught them to help support themselves.’
Evangelina raised an eyebrow at the reply but didn’t say anything more. It sounded like a rehearsed answer and hardly gave her much to go on. And while she might not continue questioning Chrysanthe, Evangelina would have the answers all of them if she wanted them. Her gaze drifted back to Bion and for a moment her heart broke a little… How long until he was to be out on his own using his skills to support himself?
Reaching out to take her purchases, the pint-sized Leventi met Chrysanthe’s gaze once more, and more firmly said, “I do mean it when I say I want to help how I can and I do hope you send me word should assistance be needed..” It was blunt and to the point, but sometimes that was what was called for.
Chrysanthe felt herself exhale a bit. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath. She couldn’t believe that this conversation with this noble woman had been going so well. She wasn’t used to things turning out so well. Still, she knew better than to pin her hopes on this woman. Yes, she had bought many items and she seemed nice, but Chrysanthe knew that she couldn’t count on this noble woman to remember that she said she would help. That’s what she had learned from experience, you could never count on anyone to follow through. Nevertheless, it helped to know that there was a potential place she could turn if she ever found herself in a position where she wouldn’t be able to help herself.
Bion was hanging on every word Evangelina was saying. Who wouldn’t want to be compared to a noble man. He smiled broadly as he listened to the story. ”Do you think I’ll grow that tall one day?” he asked eagerly. Chrysanthe shot him a look. ”My lady.” He added hastily. Chrysanthe hated to burst his bubble, but he was going to have to learn that he had to learn deference to his betters before he angered the wrong person. She was only grateful that this woman was kind and forgiving and seemed to find his slip-ups charming instead of insulting.
”Bion, you should get back to work.” Chrysanthe said gently. The boy’s smile faded slightly, but he nodded abruptly and made his way back over to his spot near the entrance to the market where he was selling trinkets to the passersby for a few coin pieces each. Chrysanthe turned back to the lady and her guard, tucking the coins they paid into her purse and handing over the bundle of items that they had purchased.
She smiled politely at Evangelina’s offer of help. ”I’m happy to hear that. I’ll be sure to find you if there is anything that I need.” She replied courteously as they took the items with them. Chrysanthe wanted to believe that she could be relied on to be trustworthy if her assistance was needed. At the very least, she now had a name to call on if things ever became desperate. Still, Chrysanthe hoped that she would never have to be so desperate as to trust her fate to the hands of a stranger.
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Chrysanthe felt herself exhale a bit. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath. She couldn’t believe that this conversation with this noble woman had been going so well. She wasn’t used to things turning out so well. Still, she knew better than to pin her hopes on this woman. Yes, she had bought many items and she seemed nice, but Chrysanthe knew that she couldn’t count on this noble woman to remember that she said she would help. That’s what she had learned from experience, you could never count on anyone to follow through. Nevertheless, it helped to know that there was a potential place she could turn if she ever found herself in a position where she wouldn’t be able to help herself.
Bion was hanging on every word Evangelina was saying. Who wouldn’t want to be compared to a noble man. He smiled broadly as he listened to the story. ”Do you think I’ll grow that tall one day?” he asked eagerly. Chrysanthe shot him a look. ”My lady.” He added hastily. Chrysanthe hated to burst his bubble, but he was going to have to learn that he had to learn deference to his betters before he angered the wrong person. She was only grateful that this woman was kind and forgiving and seemed to find his slip-ups charming instead of insulting.
”Bion, you should get back to work.” Chrysanthe said gently. The boy’s smile faded slightly, but he nodded abruptly and made his way back over to his spot near the entrance to the market where he was selling trinkets to the passersby for a few coin pieces each. Chrysanthe turned back to the lady and her guard, tucking the coins they paid into her purse and handing over the bundle of items that they had purchased.
She smiled politely at Evangelina’s offer of help. ”I’m happy to hear that. I’ll be sure to find you if there is anything that I need.” She replied courteously as they took the items with them. Chrysanthe wanted to believe that she could be relied on to be trustworthy if her assistance was needed. At the very least, she now had a name to call on if things ever became desperate. Still, Chrysanthe hoped that she would never have to be so desperate as to trust her fate to the hands of a stranger.
Chrysanthe felt herself exhale a bit. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath. She couldn’t believe that this conversation with this noble woman had been going so well. She wasn’t used to things turning out so well. Still, she knew better than to pin her hopes on this woman. Yes, she had bought many items and she seemed nice, but Chrysanthe knew that she couldn’t count on this noble woman to remember that she said she would help. That’s what she had learned from experience, you could never count on anyone to follow through. Nevertheless, it helped to know that there was a potential place she could turn if she ever found herself in a position where she wouldn’t be able to help herself.
Bion was hanging on every word Evangelina was saying. Who wouldn’t want to be compared to a noble man. He smiled broadly as he listened to the story. ”Do you think I’ll grow that tall one day?” he asked eagerly. Chrysanthe shot him a look. ”My lady.” He added hastily. Chrysanthe hated to burst his bubble, but he was going to have to learn that he had to learn deference to his betters before he angered the wrong person. She was only grateful that this woman was kind and forgiving and seemed to find his slip-ups charming instead of insulting.
”Bion, you should get back to work.” Chrysanthe said gently. The boy’s smile faded slightly, but he nodded abruptly and made his way back over to his spot near the entrance to the market where he was selling trinkets to the passersby for a few coin pieces each. Chrysanthe turned back to the lady and her guard, tucking the coins they paid into her purse and handing over the bundle of items that they had purchased.
She smiled politely at Evangelina’s offer of help. ”I’m happy to hear that. I’ll be sure to find you if there is anything that I need.” She replied courteously as they took the items with them. Chrysanthe wanted to believe that she could be relied on to be trustworthy if her assistance was needed. At the very least, she now had a name to call on if things ever became desperate. Still, Chrysanthe hoped that she would never have to be so desperate as to trust her fate to the hands of a stranger.
